Page 78 of One Way Out

“I-I t-think I’m dying.” She groans, and her teeth chatter.

“You’re not,” I assure her, blocking my own fear from taking over. “We’re going to breathe through this, and once you’re feeling a little calmer, I’m going to see what I can do to get your fever down.”

“It won’t help.” She sniffles.

“It will. We just have to give it a chance,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her temple. “Breathe in and blow out. Do it with me.” I continue to guide her through the motions. It might seem silly to someone who doesn’t understand how anxiety or sensory overload works, but it’s what her system needs to settle. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Just a few more.”

Her heartbeat was racing when I first laid my hand on her chest, but it has finally slowed to a steady gallop. Her back bumps my chest as she shivers, and she wiggles against my thighs with her fidgety movements.

“There we go,” I coo. “That’s better.”

“It is.” The grind of her hips that follows is purposeful, and it grinds my cock against my pelvis. “You always center me when I’m losing it.”

“Holding you comforts me too,” I assure her.

I’m not expecting her to roll to face me, and my arm falls to the bed to make it easier on her. Her skull digs into my bicep as she moves, and she’s so uncoordinated it makes me smile.

Her red cheeks sober me up real fucking fast.

That’s right.

We handled one emergency, but there’s still another.

Saylor scoots up until our faces are only inches apart, but instead of kissing me, she buries her face in my throat. I wrap an arm around her lower back and tease up and down her spine. Her skin burns mine. Here’s hoping my pheromones jump-start hers because I’m pretty sure I’m close to running out of time before the other three get back and demand we take her to the hospital.

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I get the bright idea to purr after a minute or two.

Saylor licks my throat and works a hand from my chest down my stomach to my cock. She wraps her fist around my length, giving me several haphazard strokes.

“Are you thinking a knot might help, after all?” I ask as she sucks on my pulse just under where my beard ends. Her tongue flicking over my skin makes my shaft thicken and harden, but I have to stop her when she sucks down my clavicle like she’s going to try to get my dick in her mouth. “Sorry, pretty girl,” I growl, rolling over on top of her. It takes a little effort to get settled between her warm thighs, and she looks up at me in confusion. “Not this time.” Brushing my lips over hers, I tease a hand between us and work her clit. “You can suck me off later, but for now, we need to see if knotting helps.”

Saylor wraps her legs around my thighs, and I shove my tongue into her mouth as I work her swollen nub. Once she’s grinding to meet my hand and desperately clutching my shoulders, I swap my fingers for my fully hard cock.

I slide inside her and grit my teeth. She burns my shaft, and I can only imagine what she’s experiencing. Our tongues dance in the air on each snap of my hips.

I want to savor every moment with her and take things slow, but that’s not what she needs right now. Her pheromones finally catch up, and they flood the air so heavily that I growl into the kiss.

She’s warm and wet and all fucking mine, but I can’t focus on any of that. It’s hard to block my concern from the bond, and I can only hope that I manage it. It’s hard to be sweet and gentle when I know the end goal is slamming my knot inside her.

Saylor’s nails dig into my neck and shoulders as my knot brushes her lower lips. I don’t even get the chance to slam the appendage inside her before her inner walls lock down on my shaft.

Moving becomes a battle, but I pull out and rut into her over and over again as she comes. My tip bumps the bottom of her pussy on each stroke, but I don’t let up until my knot slides inside her opening.

Saylor wails.

I grit my teeth in some ridiculous attempt to keep from filling her with my cum. It doesn’t help, and my cock jolts as my knot swells, locking us together.

“Rut,” she demands, smacking my arm.

My chest collapses against hers, and I struggle through several uncoordinated thrusts. Feeling her need in the bond spurs me on, and my knot drags against her inner walls in a way that makes her sob.

Every ragged breath I suck in seems to flood my head with her perfume, and everything gets hazy and muted.

The fog hits hard, and I have no chance to fight it.

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